A Cry From The Grave Poem by Payin Antwi

Here they come as heartfelt mourners
With memories well woven in their eyes
The face lover's tears falls on peacock's feather
The weary soul cries in the land of the unknown
Cup in hand, I shouted for help
But the worthy listeners looked me away
Today I hear a flute
Today I hear the melodies of the final ascension
From the darken soul of the earth
The cry of the mother donkey went far into the night
The sunburns know not the lords of the land
The talk of love from an unholy heart?
True cry comes from the family of the kob antelope
You who could have stopped the fall of a faithful servant
Today your golden offerings can't move the mountains
The grave turns because a soul cries
A cry deep from a heart in pain.